Waiting For Tomorrow

Waiting for tomorrow without any sorrow, but maybe I could

Beg, steal or borrow? No thoughts or dreams about

The morrow – a day that may never come, even if I listen out

For the hum.

Or listen out for the silence of the night, not wanting to give

Me a fright. Or I could just keep an eye open the light and

Let my dreams drift away and not let them come back

Any day.

Or I could disappear without sight and then tomorrow would

Never come – but I know one thing – I’ll miss out on all the


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